Melinda breathed heavily. The sight of her dying husband was too much for her. All she could do was wrapped her knees with her arms and cry her heart out. It’s as if a thick metal was pounding inside her, crashing her system into pieces.
There was a sloppy sound as Zheira’s soul drained the blood out of Robert’s neck. Melinda wanted to cover her ears, but her muscles seemed to be frozen. She buried her face to her knees and grieved her husband. The years they’ve been together were a treasure she wanted to go back to. If only she could bear a child, they shouldn’t have adopted an entity that’s inhabited by a monster.
She looked up when Zheira murmured something. Her hands were clenched as she wiped the blood off her mouth. Melinda put her hands on her mouth, stopping the urge to vomit.
Her husband’s blood was dripping out of her daughter’s mouth. Such a gruesome sight to behold. She knew better, though. Her daughter was sweet, kind, and caring; unlike this
Zheira slowly retreated as people started swarming around the accident. Her eyes were bulging and her heart was beating fast. She couldn’t believe what she’d seen. It seemed a long time ago when Celestine helped her with her wounds as if she’d been separated from the rest of the world for about a century.Her insides clenched. As much as she wanted to grieve, the spitting image of Celestine’s bloody face kept popping in her head. On top of that, the wound on her neck was clearly the same as the other victims.Was it possible she was already dead even before the car crashed?All of a sudden, a chilling shadow threw the place in semi-darkness. Zheira looked up. There was a pursuing curve-shade of dark light to the moon. The hair on the back of her neck prickled as people gasped and pointed upward.Without conscious thought, she was already sprinting. She much rather be alone than have a strangers’ company. Her breathing quickened and cold sweat
Zheira hid behind the thick bushes. It was fortunate they were surrounded by different plants and trees. She held her breath when the woman peered with raised brows. It didn’t take long before she shrugged and walked away.“It must have been a cat or something. Come on, finish that one. I really need to find some fun. It’s kinda boring.”“You can just leave me here, Eleanor. Your big mouth is getting on my nerves,” Louise snapped.Eleanor’s crimson orbs flickered. “How rude! If I’m not obligated to go with you, I’d never do so. You’re the most boring vampire I’ve ever met.” She rolled her protruding eyes.“If I hear one more word in that tongue of yours, I’m going to make sure it would be decapitated.” He tightened the rope to the girl who sobbed.“Feisty. You’re welcome to try, though. I wonder if you can even touch the hem of my dress.” She put her forefinger on her chin and shook her head, an insulting look plastered in her pale, round face.
Eleanor smiled sweetly as she made her way to Zheira, her hands outstretched. “Aren’t this place familiar?”Zheira clenched her fist. “Why did you bring me here?”“Since you’re about to die, I want to acquaint you from your hometown. See that over there?” She pointed to the doorway engulfed with light brighter than a thousand fireflies. “That’s where Volioirae resides. Aah, Germany really is a town of wonders!”“Why? Why are you so mad at me?”She considered her for a moment, the corner of her pouty lips twisting. “You’ve stole the life I should’ve had. You stole my man, my prince. It’ll be so unfair if I don’t give the favor back.”“I don’t understand you.” Zheira stood, patting the dirt away from her jacket. “I assure you, though. You’ll be disappointed once more.”Eleanor twirled the dark strands of her curly hair. “The glares of yours wouldn’t accomplish anything, Zheira. If you want to fight me, then welcome! You’ll just mak
Zheira was awoken by the throbbing pain in her body. It’s like she’d been trampled by an elephant or else something heavier. She was sore. Every move she managed gave birth to the pain she’d never imagined.As she sat upright, breathing heavily, her head started turning. For a split second, she thought she was drunk. Perhaps her parents enjoyed her eighteenth birthday too much that they’ve forgotten Zheira’s not into drinking alcohol.It’s not until she felt the brick-like surface of the bed did she realize something. They did not celebrate her birthday the way they used to. Her horrible soul took everything from her by the means of killing the man who treated Zheira like a real daughter.A wave of sadness surged through her heart. She could feel it shattering to pieces, and there’s nothing she could do to ease the weight pressing deep within her.She wrapped her knees with her arms and leaned her head to it; succumbing to the depth of her loneliness. She nev
Zheira felt cheated. It’s as if the stranger knew she’d never be able to come back to the Martins even if she wished to. She didn’t want to trust him, but she’s obliged to comply with his words without reason. After all, he’s a manipulative jerk who desired nothing but his goals. She also had this hunch that Vladimir was aware she’d never come back to her adoptive parents unless she understood her nature.Was it possible he could read minds? It’s likely.She sighed before standing in front of the dirty mirror. Cracks were dancing all over its surface, making Zheira’s reflection a bit distorted. Her eyes were back to their normal shade. She couldn’t understand why a feeling that she missed something yesterday lingered in her heart. What she knew was that her eyes have a different shade, and after the red shade was stained with gold, everything blacked out.While staring at her body, she remembered something. She opened her palm and saw the silve
Vladimir stared at Zheira’s serene features. He traced the few freckles at the upper region of her cheeks. A small smile curved his lips. Now he understood why she didn’t want eye contact. She could read memory. If she hones it to its maximum, it could be her greatest asset. All she needed was to learn to control it, so she wouldn’t be in pain when using it. He then came to realize that by saving her life, he had bestowed a gift like no other.When she stirred, he pretended to be asleep in her arms. It didn’t take long before he felt a gentle knock on the head. He took it as a cue to look up. He faked a yawn before asking her if there’s a problem.Zheira shook her head and smiled. “T-Thank you.” She cupped his cheeks with her shaking hands. Her soft palms sent sparks to his body.“For what?” He diverted his gaze from her as his ears reddened, his irises moving uncomfortably.“For saving me from the fire, for taking me away from the nurses, and
For the next four weeks, Zheira exceeded her physical limit. Every morning, Vladimir would wake her up, and whenever she denies his calls, he would then splash her with cold water. Having no choice, she would follow him toward the field where she was supposed to train. Shivering slightly with the early morning’s wind, she did what was told, which sometimes include jogging, curl-ups, jumping jacks, and rolling around the mud.By the start of October, her body had turned dramatically into a punching bag. Purplish bruises rest around her tanned hips and shoulder—the intense sunlight did nothing whatsoever to tarnish Vladimir’s desire in making Zheira’s life a living hell, at least that’s how she saw it.The scorching sun peered below the field, illuminating the dazzling golden leaves on the trees lining up in the corner. As a tall figure sprinted through it, the leaves would start to fall. Like some kind of rain that danced on the rooftop, it bounced on the gr
Zheira tied her faded golden hair in a messy bun, noting a lot of dead strands. Her eyes then landed on the two small horns at the top of her head. It had a lot of scratches, but compared to her cheeks and shoulders, it looked well-kept.Touching the white cloth covering the flesh of her right cheek, she imagined the creepy pinkish something underneath it. After her shoulder had been sliced, she thought she’s given high immunity to pain now. Though she couldn’t deny the throbbing of her body, she could easily pretend it to be something of no importance.A small smile curved her lips. Change seemed to be the only constant thing in her life. She grew an inch or two. Last time, she barely reached the height of the mirror, but now she’s towering over it. Her legs and biceps have grown muscles, too. It’s not that big, though.She sighed before going to the kitchen. It’s quite unlike anything she had seen. The wooden floor was neatly polished, the cabin